Refection on a Stop for Death

As you believed
the egregious Miss D
should have stopped for death--
Reminded me that dashes
as punctuation
were used by you for your own
nefarious purposes--
I understood your meaning
and expected you to snort.
No cat’s pajamas! No sirree!
You simply could not see it.
Reflected that one never knows
who might be a worshipper--
You forgave me, but never her--

NaNoWriMo Day 29! A poem for Brendan’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: VOYAGE'S END
Crafted from the penultimate text conversation between me and a dear poet friend prior to his death-- his own voyage's end-- musing on-- well, you know--